At 7 am sharp, Cynrik got out of his chair, set up the new coffee pot, and set it to brew before going room to room, waking everyone up. By the time he got back into the living room, Brance was still asleep, albeit restless. In front of the Holo-Tv stand, Cynrik calmly crossed his arms over his chest and watched his little brother toss and turn violently while covered in sweat.
This wasn't the first time he saw this scene, as he had stumbled on Brance several times since they moved into the dorms out cold from overworking his body in the training room or sleeping on the couch. Worse yet, even if he brought up the subject, the youngest Jetlensr would blow off whatever words Cynrik said before changing the topic.
Over time, Cynrik had taken a passive approach to the whole thing and would now only sit back and watch his brother suffer in silence. He knew there was not getting through but had faith that Brance would come to him for advice if things got really bad.